30in30 Post 1.....Casette Life

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Curtains had never carried a voice so serene;

a frequency of precious gems glisteningto my ears,

wrapping a most beautiful hour-glass,

yelling with the sharpness of tropical pink and orange;

you looked good as hell in that dress.

I had many fantasies of lust and of love,

and of us dancing in a fairytalelight,

marking our path through the eyes of admiration:

Communion rarely spewed forthsuch extravagent life -

each stride being a new bursting heart.

Then the dance was over…Once again you was gone

I loathed Him, and hated that dress.

Only I should be the one to touch grace;

to gingerly caress those pink blossoms of silk,

and feel the sands of time slip between my fingers,

and out of my hands forever...

The last drop of Vodka spilled,

I wiped my mouth in spite.

The burn alone wasn't enough,

I found no pleasure in inebriated senses.

Contemplations told me to move on,

but past videos of you kept me paused -

and I thought I had control.

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